"I'm just a painter and your just a man that sings little songs."
Rose Della, a beautiful women with hands of magic, she paints to hide the pain and mixes colors to ease to her mind.
Rose paints about her past hoping the trauma will glide past her s...
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rosadella Date Night 🧍♀️
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Can I be honest with you? I wasn't going to go on this date. Maybe I didn't want to lead him on, maybe I'm too nice.
I'm going out with him because I need to get myself out there again. Maybe I'll be able to paint better than just my trauma. Maybe I won't be scared anymore.
But maybe I hurt Harry too much and now he's angry. I'm thinking about it a little too much more than I should because I never lied to him. I have more baggage than any human being should carry on their shoulders.
"Rosa" I looked up at Rylie, the guy I was going out with, he was sweet but I feel like he hides anger. I can see it in his eyes whenever I've picked at my food.
"I asked why you won't eat? I did pay 15 pounds for that" He's British have you guessed. "Sorry, just deep in my thoughts"
"Fine, but eat," he said, pointing toward my food. I don't like this, not one bit. He scared me like my ex-boyfriend did before he first hit me.
I heard a ding come from my phone that lay on the table, it read across the screen "Harold"
"Who's that?" "Just a friend?" "You befriend guys" I looked up to meet his eyes "yeah so?" He chuckled then nodded. "Let's take a walk." I stuck my phone in my pocket and followed him.
My phone went off again so I decided to check it this time but I heard a scoff and chewed on my lip "Harold"
"I hope the date goes okay. Just wish you thought about us a little bit more. I don't care about your baggage Rose, we all have it. Be Careful out there Hx"
I put my phone away after sending a small response. Of course, he wouldn't know if I was thinking about it because I am. Even when I shouldn't be.
I looked up to see we were in front of my apartment and I smiled "Thank You Rylie" then started up the stairs only to be grabbed by my wrist "Um."
The hold was tight on my wrist but he just said "Can I take you out again?" "When" "Tomorrow"
"I have to paint tomorrow, my piece needs to be done by my next Gallery opening." "You're an artist, thought you were doing something better not spending time on stupid paints. But my mother would like to meet you since I've talked about you"
"Uh sure." "Perfect, make sure to cover up. Pleasing her means everything" I watched him walk away just as Harry walked up and nodded to Rylie.
He walked over with a CD this time "Look what I got. You okay Rose?" ''I'm fine Harry" then we went inside.
On the disk showed a music video, it was his music video "A fish" I said looking at him with a raised eyebrow.
He shrugged "nobody questions a fish" "Everyone questions a fish. I'm questioning it right now" I said but he just shrugged while I rolled my eyes and continued watching the video until it was finished.
We talked through the night for a while longer then left again after leaving a kiss on my cheek.
"A fish, " I said rolling my eyes then went to sleep.
